>you make quick work of your wings, your feathers slightly disheveled and unorganized after your mid afternoon nap
>you use your muzzle to slowly straighten your feathers, plucking a few of them and straightening the others
>it was oddly... intimate? 
>your daily little ritual, and something completely SFW and normal
>all pegasi do it, Master says
>but whenever he's walked in on you, you can't look him in the eye for the rest of the day
>similar to an unwelcome knock on the door back when you were human and had to deal with uh... boners
>something alien to you now since you became a mare...
>except for a wingboner, which is oddly more embarrasing
>you could just tuck it up into your waistband before
>you don't even wear pants now!
>how would you wear pants anyway...
>ah! distractions
>you finish up your task, a couple of stray feathers adorned in a pile right outside the rim of your bed
>three little yellow feathers, slightly lighter than the rest of your coat
>you were one of those pretentious ponies whos wings had two shades
>your ears swivel, the noise of the ceiling fan and tv in the living room accompanied by... typing?
>Master's at his computer!
>this is about the time he works, you suppose...
>time to surprise him the only way a pretty little  pony like you knows how...
>you rise to your hooves, stretching and letting out a little yawn
>sure, you've been a pony for a good while... but god you are adorable sometimes
>even if it's on purpose...
>you pick up one of the feathers you've plucked from your most breathtaking feature, and make your way to the office
>after a treacherous journey up the stairs, you manage to sneak into Master's office...
>he's got a lamp on beside him, but he doesn't hear you enter
>you sneak over to his desk, your tail wagging behind you in excitement
>being a small colorful pony, you don't have much you can do for him
>though you've always wanted to try to make him something, even if it'd look like it was made by a toddler
>you rear up on your hind legs after making it to his desk, lightly dropping the feather
>he doesn't seem to notice right away, but a quick nudge of it towards his direction with your muzzle does
>he turns his head  to face you, a small smirk dawning his face
>and a blush to yours
>he reaches over and ruffles your mane, making sure to get that spot behind your ear that you love so much
>"Good pony."
>you puff your chest out subconsciously with pride, your tail wagging a bit faster
>he chuckles and picks up the feather, examining it with an exaggerated contemplating expression
>after a couple of seconds he nods in what appears to be satisfaction, pulling out his wallet and placing it in one of the slots
>the one across from the picture of you he keeps in there, the one where you're flying around the yard
>having accomplished your mission, you curl up near his feet, earning yourself another chuckle from him in the process
>you mumble out a small "love you, Master..." before closing your eyes, and resuming the nap you started earlier